You were his little one, before all of this crime-fighting business. Before everything that happened, he was always there for you, from your first steps to your first words. Life in the circus was eventful to say the least, then tragedy struck and both of your parents died then after that you were both taken in by Bruce. Within those years, he trained to be Robin and now he was Nightwing, his own person, while you had taken the mantle as Robin. He couldn’t have been more proud of you while also worrying at the same time.

It was a somewhat uneventful day in Mount Justice, for once, it was all quiet within the base. For once, after the mission, most of the team came out unscathed and just a few minor injuries which includes you. You had just taken some small bruises and scratches, also including a small arm injury. Dick, being the protective older brother that he is, immediately fussed over you. It was an amusing sight really, the serious and badass Nightwing, being all soft and worried for his younger sibling. It almost made Bruce smile, fyi he really did smile, he’s just in denial.

“This might hurt a bit.” Dick mutters as he pours some antiseptic into a small cotton ball. “Try your best to stay still.” You quietly hiss at the small contact of the cotton ball to your wound, Dick flashes a somewhat apologetic smile. “Sorry, little bird. I’ll try my best to go gentle but it’ll still sting. We can’t have that wound at the risk of being infected.” Dick then looks over at the medical kit and prepares to clean then bandage your wound.